Until we meet again my love first six months of being

<p style=”text-align: right;”>After 16 months of being diagnosed with this horrible monster of a disease my husband finally passed away 10 days ago. I loved him so very much.  I tried to do my very best for him but sometimes I think I filled especially with the emotional support. He would often wake up in the morning and actually be in tears from the pain. He would tell me he couldn’t go on anymore and he wanted to be put under. Sometimes I would hug him and tell him I loved him and I understood for feeling that way and we would talk to the nurse about it. Then he would feel better and everything would be okay for a few days. Then it would start up all over again. And sometimes I just sat there and listened to him. But now I wished I would have put my arms around him and told him how much I loved him every single time because I believe that’s what he really needed. He often told me it  helped him so much to know how much he was loved while he was going through all of this.  There’s so many things that break my heart about the timing of all of this. We were married two days short of our first wedding anniversary when he was diagnosed. All of our hopes and dreams never came to pass. And although he was in agony mentally emotionally and physically I watched him blossom into this beautiful humble sweeter- than- ever man that God could have ever possibly made. He was already so sweet but he even became more special through this horrible disease. He never once wavered in his faith not blaming his creator but evil creation for this terrible horrendous monster called cholangiocarcinoma. I will be forever grateful that I was chosen for such an awesome responsibility of caring for a precious Soul at the end of a terrible Journey that ended in a peaceful painless death for which I will be eternally grateful. I love you  Deen  With all of my heart and soul and always will.  Until we meet again my love, Rhonda</p>